Tag Archives: #love

Love’s Eternal Flame

who’s most afraid of death? though
                   art of him
utterly afraid, I love of thee
(beloved) this
       and truly i would be
near when his scythe takes crisply the whim
of thy smoothness.  and marke the fainting
murdered petals.

Who is afraid of love?  That words and
whispers cut the Soul in belief _ her voice and breathe softly against me
i see adventurous life and love.
To be brave is to love unconditionally
without expecting anything in return.

That you pierce my soul I am half agony,
half hope.  Against promise, peace, against
hope, happiness, against discouragement that could
be.  In light, I learn to love.  In this beauty,
how I make poetry.  That you dance within my
heart where no one sees — but at times
centuries do.  How your love becomes Art.

:: 02.24.2023  ::


My Poetry

My poetry fractured, like shattered glass,
Each piece a reflection of a different past,
A kaleidoscope of memories and dreams,
A mosaic of emotions and silent screams.

I am not whole, and nor is my verse,
A broken mirror with a thousand hurts,
Reflecting back the shards of my soul,
A shattered image that will never be whole.

But in each fragment, there lies a truth,
A piece of me that I cannot refute,
And though my poetry may be incomplete,
It is a portrait of who I am, bittersweet.

So let me embrace my fractured art,
And wear my scars like a work of art,
For in each broken piece, there lies a story,
A journey of pain, but also of glory.::


Heavy Moon

When midnight falls, a dreamlike world unfolds,
Where fairies flit and dance with sprightly glee,
And mortal hearts, by love’s sweet spell, are hold,
Entranced by all the wond’rous sights they see.

The moon, a glowing orb in starry skies,
Illuminates the woodland’s dappled glades,
As lovers’ sighs and whispered lullabies
Are carried on the breeze like serenades.

In this enchanted realm of make-believe,
Reality dissolves like morning dew,
And all the cares of day begin to leave,
As hearts are healed by love’s enchanting brew.

Oh, midnight summer’s dream, so sweet and fair,
Thou art a realm beyond compare.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


My Lover

Something in the effervescent veins floats my body
A surreal landscape of screaming death defying understanding
Fields of gold bursting forth into fullest flowers
A consciousness that barely touches the art of essences

Something in the radiance of your smile illuminates my being
Shimmering lips and curves like a vision bright as the moon
To hear the song of your quiet tongue, taste the tone of your beating heart
Is to be wreathed by the blossoms of your tender breasts

Something in the way we meet, away from life’s busy sounds
Our minds merge into one, fathoming mysteries together
No words, no song, no thoughts can capture our connection
Veiled eyes and unwritten poetry sent, in a passion of growing fields held by hands and fingers bent inward

Something, our love, is a high candelabrum shining bright
Guiding us on this journey, where surrealism and abstract tones unite
Something in the way we move, something in the way we feel
Something in the way we explore this realm beyond comprehension


Cadavre Exqis

WHERE are my poets? I yearn to play
an exquisite game of “Corpse Reviver.”
It’s known in French as “Cadavre exquis.”
Let’s come together, and with words so vivid,
paint pictures of beauty and delight.
My parlour’s set, the wine is poured,
Let our hearts and minds take flight!

:: 02.23.2023 ::

Poet’s words:

This poem has a playful tone and expresses the speaker’s desire to engage in a creative activity with other poets. The use of the phrase “Corpse Reviver” instead of “Exquisite Corpse” adds an element of intrigue and mystery to the poem.

The mention of the French name “Cadavre exquis” highlights the international and cross-cultural nature of the game and the creative process. The speaker’s invitation to “come together” and “paint pictures of beauty and delight” emphasizes the collaborative and communal nature of the activity, as well as the goal of creating something beautiful and inspiring.

The last two lines, “My parlour’s set, the wine is poured, / Let our hearts and minds take flight!” add a sense of excitement and anticipation, suggesting that the speaker and the other poets are ready to let their creativity soar and see where it takes them. Overall, the poem celebrates the joy of artistic expression and the power of collaboration and community in the creative process.


A Hundred Poems – II


What dreams and sweet life, does the soul desire,
Amidst the Earth’s soil, drenched in dewy fire,
Touching tears, and feeling council’s doubt,
This dream, so elusive, must we live without?

But release thyself, by the budding light of day,
Such philosophy, can stab hearts in every way,
As love reigns now, in full and vibrant bloom,
Skip treacle and grail, let passion fuel thy womb.

Let the tickle of your being, spur you on now,
And reveal the truth, that you’ve held deep somehow,
In your heart, let it bleed red with passion and fire,
And as you breathe, let it push you higher and higher.

Oh rhythmic lover, thou gave me a reason to be,
In this moment, amidst Springtime lips and reverie,
Let us embrace, and let our love be a symphony,
Of hearts and souls, forever entwined in harmony.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


Love, Madness, Death — A Trinity, Pure

Love, madness, death – a trinity, pure,
Whose depths I’ve plumbed, their secrets sought;
Yet still I search, forevermore,
For answers that can’t be bought.

Love, a fierce and passionate flame,
That burns so bright, it sears the soul;
A madness that none can ever tame,
A force that’s far beyond control.

Madness, a tempest wild and free,
A storm that rages deep within;
It twists and turns, consuming me,
Until my very essence thins.

Death, a quiet, peaceful rest,
A place where all my fears can cease;
A final breath, a gentle caress,
A release from this mortal lease.

But in love, madness, death entwined,
I find a beauty, pure and true;
A love that transcends space and time,
And binds my heart to only you.

For in your eyes, I see a light,
A spark that kindles flames anew;
A madness that consumes outright,
And death that brings me close to you.

So let us journey hand in hand,
Through love and madness, death and more;
For in this trinity we’ll stand,
Together, forevermore.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


A Hundred Poems XXXV

fire dance that tipsy prance
and heat adore that wick of lore
the human breathe what you burn
one to perish as one to live
and if my sign be air
would you consume
=====> all me that to dance
upon your wick of flame
should i be — hot as you?

this i wish to be — not flesh

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but that fire of you.

:: 04-03-2014 ::


Truth is a Corner

TRUTH is a corner
with no hallways

Squeezed into tears
faced with reality

By gentian flower
Azure within Hearts

Love has torn me apart
My lover now gone

and still walks
the Earth as ghost

is exemplary a shadow
with not a voice.

:: 02.16.2023 ::


Love Is the Empire

Love Is the Empire

i FELL into my

deep throat

There i found my Soul’s Stone.

Its heaviness made me sad.

i left the world /there,
i found the ‘spark’ of
the emptiness of my Soul.

‘  MY LOVE not felt \
for 65 million years.

and now?  Every moment
of intellect left ;\
shaking, into itself
golden thread.

:: 02.14.2022 ::